Sick Day

Posted by Dale Wilsey Jr. | Posted in , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Posted on Friday, February 17, 2012

my mind is not my own today.
it is cold pavement. wet snow.
grey, chilling winds and
overcast memories.

in my skull, an ocean
fluctuating high and
low frequencies. crescendos.
atomic blasts.

scrawled words the
tongue struggles to pronounce
cut my mouth like chewing
gravel, spitting
sand.

and the day tightens
steel jaws around
my bones.

crush my eyes
to diamonds,
they cut
through
the fog.

                                                                                                     ~Dale Wilsey Jr.           

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